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Here is my poem after some editing. I changed quite a bit, but I'm unsure about the flow of the fourth stanza compared to the rest of the stanzas. Please ...

Striped stockings, pin striped tie. One look in your eyes tells me you're not on the sly. Lipstick blood red, with curly black locks surrounding your face. Won't you tell ...

Another day gone. Another one messed up somehow. No matter what I do, I still can't seem to be as "perfect" as everyone else. There's always something that someone disapproves ...

This was originally part of a novel I was writing that included the main character of Derek, from my other short story. I realized that this didn't really make sense ...

“Emmaline.” He was trapped in a cave-in. Edward’s breathing constricted as, second by second, the weight of the massive rocks began to crush him out of consciousness, out of being. ...

I don't drink I cant drive (yet) I love to smile and I, would talk forever. If someone wanted to listen to me. I wont smoke, not ever. Not if ...

Moments, Only for moments it’s just us. For a blink of an eye and the draw of a breath, we belong to each other. Just two people who can laugh ...

“Ariana wake up, c’mon wake up!” Jasleen yelled as she pushed to wake up a tired Ariana “Okay, okay I’m up already,” Ariana says as she checks the clock, “It’s ...

Something I came up with for my english project. They were looking at the sky, wondering if they should cry. The stars have died, and they couldn’t shine. As a ...

Chapter 4 The slaughter The group arrived back at the village 12:30 they were late getting home because there was accident on the road a taxi had over turned and ...

War, The petty struggles of men, Destroying themselves and all around them. Millions dead, Dying for uncaring leaders, Their bright flames extinguished. What are lives to leaders? To bring grief, ...

In her dreams, she holds a box. It is a blue box, wrapped in a deep velvet, embossed with little stars and moons. There is no lock, but all around ...

Sometimes, When I look upon a spider I think of you. You, In all your deadly beauty, Master of your universe. Your web, A glittering galaxy, Abound in constellations. And ...

"Quill of the Magus" Peter stopped and stared at the curious store. It had not been there yesterday, nor any other day over the past nine years, of that much ...

I don't understand this. In any case, all following chapters will be in this thread so please specify which one you are reviewing when you do. Thanks. _____ People always ...